The past few weeks have felt so much like fall. I'm not sure if it's the weather, the few orange and red leaves starting to peek through, the cozy sweaters and boots, or the fall activities--actually, it's probably all of those things. Regardless of the reason(s), this season feels more like autumn than any in the past few years for me. You won't find me complaining, either; I've been embracing everything autumn lately. This last weekend, Tyler's mom came to visit and we went with her and our niece, Brylee, to a farm outside of Springfield.
Bry ate it up--all of it. The corn maze, the playground, the bouncy house, the pumpkins, the "train" rides (little barrel cars pulled behind a riding lawnmower, ha!)....she definitely kept us hopping from one thing to the next. Tyler's mom had asked her several times if she wanted to ride one of the "ponies" (uh, more like horses. False advertising, much?), and she kept saying no. Eventually, though, she decided that she would ride...if I rode with her.
Now, before I continue this story, I just need to explain something to you. I was one of those little girls who always loved horses. I even had a pony when I was about Bry's age. (Her name was Starlite, after Rainbow Brite's horse, because I know you're super curious about the details and you need to know that yes, I was an awesome 80s child) However, the last time I rode a horse was when I was about fourteen or fifteen, and that said horse proceeded to throw me and later kicked my dad square in the face (which required some steel plates and major reconstructive surgery). It was the whole "you gotta get back up on the horse" cliche, literally.
Here I was with a five-year-old girl, who was about to ride a horse for the first time in her life, and she wanted me with her. So I did it. I was also clearly a little less nervous than Bry was, as evidenced by the look of silent terror on her face in the picture below. (Also, I'm definitely clutching the saddle horn with my left hand; I just kept my right arm wrapped around her so she'd feel more secure. Aunt Seatbelt!) Tyler said she maintained that terrified look the entire time, but as we were heading back, Bry said quietly, "This is kinda fun." It certainly was.